Small Blessings

I kneel naked beside your chair
straight backed.
The breeze is cool from off the lake
but warm sunshine dapples my skin.
I keep my arms
tightly clasped behind me.

You sit quietly
your manhood flaccid
but still red
and read "The Times".
Every now and then
you look toward me
and brush a wayward strand of hair
the breeze keeps blowing in my face.

A rivulet of your thinning semen
winds its way down the inside
of my left thigh.